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Your smile like a thousand burning suns,

rain, rain away,

a sunny day.

Running, smears of colored scarf, sweater and cashmere hat,

against the black, the grey and the white.

Come break me down, bury me

bury me.

Rippling velvet of darkness,

conjures coconuts and wild berries,

of the sweet dreams of fantasy

in Tuscany or somewhere in Greece.

My pulse, my plug, my paper wings.

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